tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post8609353654266717296..comments2023-10-28T23:27:11.116+11:00Comments on the rachel papers: The most devastating love of all--or love and nits (take your pick, ha ha)Rachel Powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18076347414401820489noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-62790411232317480332009-05-24T08:40:11.456+10:002009-05-24T08:40:11.456+10:00I was just thinking (at four in the morning) my li...I was just thinking (at four in the morning) my life will never be free of sadness now that I have children. Most of the time I'm happy but loving your children has a flipside of fear and anxiety. What about swine flu? The environment? Will they be facing a world with not enough food? How can it be possible they will grow up and live an a world as affluent and peaceful as this one? What would happen if they die, or I die? This sounds so paranoid and weird- especially to those without kids but it is the constant see-saw between consuming love and this fear that defines motherhood for me. (Plus the nagging feeling that if they just would go away for a second I'd have some intelligent thoughts and get some work done!) I think nits are a suitable metaphor. They are always lurking in the back of your conciousness, phantom nits are always invading your scalp. The real ones are worse but there is a perverse satisfaction in discovering they ARE really there and exterminating the darned things!Shannon Garsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11064168403096353543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-32380198376640516372009-05-19T23:15:00.000+10:002009-05-19T23:15:00.000+10:00I spent yesterday morning sitting at my laptop, ha...I spent yesterday morning sitting at my laptop, hair wreathed in gladwrap, chemicals seeping into my scalp as I treated myself for nits ... courtesy, of course, of my son. I still remember how disgusting and dirty I felt the first time it happened. Now it's just another eye-roll.<br /><br />Great post, great link (the Cole-Adams piece) and great interview over at Dawn Chorus.<br /><br />You fall passionately in love with your children (or at least I did) in the same way you do with a lover, I think. It's amazing.Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-51526197511992806122009-05-18T21:25:00.000+10:002009-05-18T21:25:00.000+10:00I am currently dealing with some anxiety issues wi...I am currently dealing with some anxiety issues with my 8 year old daughter. I am torn between wanting to simply cuddle her close and protect her from the world and taking the painful step away (well, maybe just a half-step) that gives her the room she needs to learn to deal with the ups and downs of life in her own way.<br /><br />So many contradictions and opposing forces at play in motherhood. It seems such an impossible task at times, yet at others so natural and rewarding. No matter how difficult though, warm cuddles and "I love you Mum" makes everything else fade into insignificance.<br /><br />One night last year I was helping my daughter dry her waist-length hair after her shower when we discovered "beasties". Just as well - how else would I have managed to fill in 3 hours on my birthday? *sigh*Susan Whelanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18253437044745874795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-5293048038463535742009-05-18T02:12:00.000+10:002009-05-18T02:12:00.000+10:00I don't have kids, but the possibility of having t...I don't have kids, but the possibility of having them has been in my mind for a while and in conversations with my partner. It's truly terrifying, thinking about how they change your life, and the responsibility...<br />I read We need to talk about Kevin a while ago. It almost put me off the whole children thing!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04371082850268120153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128598650087737063.post-46080139755435273002009-05-17T02:34:00.000+10:002009-05-17T02:34:00.000+10:00Oh boy I remember the nit picking!!! It is true ab...Oh boy I remember the nit picking!!! It is true about the nature of mother's love. It also becomes more complicated as they approach adult hood, those emotions still exist but you have to let them go and that is excruciating yet confusing at the same time because you feel conflict between that love and the relief at having time for yourself again and the mild fear of having time to yourself again(no excuses for not doing what you want to do, or say that you want to do.)Red Hen (dette)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09620943527844246297noreply@blogger.com